Darry Oneshots

Boggart

This idea goes to pretentious-git, I'm just expanding and creating something out of it. Thanks and I'm setting this in eighth year.

Draco's P.O.V
"Okay, so today we are going to be facing the boggart. And before any of you speak, yes I know that you already have learned about this, but I decided that a review on the basics would be best. Any questions?" The new defense against the dark arts teacher asked.

"Um... ma'am?"

"Yes mrs. Granger?"

"Are we being graded on this?"

"No, no, just review. Now gryffindors first."

All the gryffindors stood in front of a cupboard and out came a boggart for each gryffindor. Granger's was failing eighth year, obviously, Weasles was a giant spider, and he screamed and everybody laughed. Last though was Potter and Draco had to admit that he was the one he was looking forward to see.

Potter stepped forward, tugging on his robe nervously and biting his lower lip roughly. When the boggart came out it was in the shape of Snape, surprisingly, and he was just lying there cut up and looking at Potter sadly. Potter lifted his wand shakingly, but couldn't perform the spell and collapsed into a sob as he watched Snape cry.

Granger and the Weasle ran up to him and held him as they cast a riddukulus and snape was gone leaving only a hurt looking Potter. Draco clenched his fists together and tried not to ask what that was about, though he wanted to know why Potter was so upset. The new teacher cleared her throat and looked at Potter sadly before summoning up the slytherins.

It was only six slytherins in when it was Draco's turn, he walked up in control and in style not afraid of what would come out. He waits a little bit as the boggart seems to he deciding what he's most afraid of. When it finally comes out Draco's wand is raised and ready, but he's not ready for what comes out. Out steps an angry looking Potter with his wand pointed right at Draco.

"I COULD NEVER LOVE FILTH LIKE YOU. DIRTY! DEATHEATER! MURDERER! YOULL BE JUST LIKE YOUR FATHER!" Boggart Potter shout.

Draco felt as though he was breaking and he was also very shocked. Everyone in the class inhales deeply and breathes out the word 'shit', but when Draco hears a sharp gasp and a 'what the actual fuck?' He turns on his heels and runs. Draco could tell by the voice that it was Potter, and he almost sounded angry, and hurt.

Draco ran to his dorm grabbed his stuff and booked it down to moaning myrtles bathroom where he set up his stuff hidden in the last stall. He knew that he wouldn't be able to face anyone again so he hid for three days, just accioing water and food. When on the third day though Draco heard crying at one of the sinks, he hesitantly rose from where he sat in the last stall and peeked his head around. Draco saw Potter crying and Draco couldn't help it he just walked over and sat beside him.

"Potter? Everything alright?" Draco asked quietly.

"Draco? Oh thank Merlin, everyone was telling me that you probably pitched yourself off the astronomy tower or some sort." Harry said relieved.

"Why would they say that?"

"Well after you ran and took all your stuff away, everyone kinda thought that you'd just had enough and decided to end it."

"Oh, but why were you crying?"

"Because I was starting to believe that you actually had, pitched yourself off I mean."

"You were crying over me?"

"Despite what you may think I can love someone 'like you' you're not dirty, and you will be nothing like your father, you at least, are pure."

Draco didn't know what to say and he began to panic, he quickly got up off the floor and backed away from Potter. Potter didn't even bother getting up he just looked at Draco with rejection clear in his eyes. Draco though didn't have the stomach to correct him in fear that they might become something and he was scared of that. Draco continued to back away until he was against a wall, he didn't move his eyes from Potters rejected ones.

"It's fine, I get it, the boy who lived but never loved. You can go, I won't stop you Draco." Potter said finally breaking the eye contact when a tear fell.

For once Draco listened to him and left, but not before he stopped and hid around the corner so that he could hear as Potter cried over him. It broke Draco's heart to hear but he was to scared to do anything about it. Suddenly the Weasle was beside him and he too could hear the crying, Draco knew he could.

"Listen mate, although it's none of my business, I really think that you and Harry are great with each other, I mean he never stops talking about you mate. Just go when your ready, he'll always be waiting." And then the Weasle was gone.

Draco did wait and he waited and waited and waited, and each time he left Potter alone to cry he lost apart of himself as well. Then one night as he walked to the top of the astronomy tower to just give up like everyone had thought he did earlier he saw Potter. Potter was at the edge with tears on his face and he turned his tear stained face towards Draco.

"I got tired of waiting." He said simply.

"I got tired of living." Draco responded.

They both smiled lightly and Potter stretched his hand towards Draco who took it confidently. They walked to the edge together and with one last look at each other, jumped.